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"Now git to work!" Skaup stalked away, leaving the two stoats directly under Russa's tree to work away at the ground with the points of their daggers, tearing the dirt out in search for roots as they muttered mutinously to one another "Can'tcher not b'lieve th' size o' that filthy ferret's nose these days. Reckons 'e's so mighty speshil!" ''The stoat speaking gave a grunt as he tore a slimy pink root out of the hard dirt. His companion agreed.'' "Aye, but we'll put 'im straight, just yew wait-Moment we takes Salamanderstrong, we kin sneaks up on Skaup some fine night an'..." ''The stoat finished his phrase with a stab in the dirt. He grinned up at his comrade-in-arms, who chuckled'' "Oh aye, all we needs ter do is wait!"

''A thin ferret covered in river mud soon appears in the corner of Cutthroat's searching eye. The ferret was hoisting a net heavy with fish from the river waters, grunting and snorting with exertion. No one else seemed to be nearby.''